Chapter 473 Goddess, Li'er
The cold and white mist surges, and the smoke and emerald cages are light.
Ji Yuenian stepped out of the blurred light and shadow, and landed at the bottom of a mountain pavilion.
The icy morning mist surged in, the pitch-black hair was stained with morning dew, and the earthy fragrance mixed with the smell of flowers and plants filled the mouth and nose.
Before he had time to brush off the cold dew soaked on his sleeves, Ji Yuenian raised his eyes slightly, just glanced at the pavilion, and then froze in place.
Under the eaves of the pavilion stood a woman, wearing a velvet gown embroidered with Lingjiang Yunjin, and a cotton skirt with a hundred layers of starlight hanging on it. On the earlobes as white as jade, there were silk mutton fat jade earrings, which were exactly hibiscus. Not as good as the makeup of a beauty, the wind from the water palace comes with the fragrance of pearls and emerald greens.
The most miraculous thing is that there are traces of ancient gods' power flowing and changing between the women's complicated palace clothes, which set off them as noble and unattainable as the heavenly maidens of the upper realm.
The woman seemed to be aware of Ji Yuenian's gaze, her picturesque delicate brows and eyes were shining, and her eyes fell on Ji Yuenian's face.
"Li'er..."
The woman in the palace costume looked extremely sad and melancholy, her red lips parted slightly, and she murmured in a low voice.
An indescribable throbbing rose from the depths of his blood, and Ji Yuenian's spirit trembled, and he bowed respectfully to the woman in palace attire.
The woman in palace attire moved lightly with lotus steps, walked on the fog, and walked down the pavilion in a short while, landing in front of Ji Yuenian.
She stretched out her slender, thin, cold fingers to caress Ji Yuenian's cheek, the melancholy and sorrow in her eyes became more and more intense, and there was even a little mist in her clear and beautiful phoenix eyes, and she said to herself: "Li'er..."
Ji Yuenian knew that although she spoke to herself, the person she said was not herself.
A few feet in front of her, this beautiful woman in palace attire is a natural god born in the holy land of Yaochi, one of the righteous gods of the ancient heaven.
Goddess Xuanyin.
"Li'er..."
The eyes of Goddess Xuanyin gradually became dead silent, and her cold fingertips also became illusory, getting weaker and weaker, and finally completely disintegrated into fine shadows.
Starting from his fingers, his arms, dress, hair, and body all turned into strands of light and shadow one after another. These lights and shadows flowed and changed, and finally condensed in one place, turning into a mysterious ice-blue divine light.
Moon spirit key.
Ji Yuenian stretched out his sleeve robe and held the key of the Moon Spirit in his hand. After careful sensing, he could no longer detect the breath of Goddess Xuanyin.
This natural god from the holy land of Yaochi had long since fallen by the East China Sea.
"Goddess Xuanyin Goddess..."
While Ji Yue was young and muttering, bursts of tearing pain suddenly came from the heart palace and divine tower, which originated from the connection in the deepest part of the blood.
The inexplicable bone-piercing pain lasted for a long time. When Ji Yuenian raised his head again, his complexion was extremely pale, and a pair of twisted and swirling ice-blue vortexes were faintly reflected in the depths of his pupils.
Although the Xuanyin divine blood had already been stripped out by Ji Yuenian and rebuilt into the Chishui spirit body, after his death in this world, the blood imprint on the true spirit and soul could never be stripped off, and this is the only thing that cannot be changed by a living being. source of blood.
The true dragon blood source of Aoguang Longjun in the East China Sea was also stripped out by Ji Yuenian, and condensed into a ball of red blood, which was taken to Xiniu Hezhou by Xie Shang, leaving only a few drops on his side It's just the blood of the real dragon.
"The key of the Moon Spirit."
Ji Yuenian looked down at the ice-blue divine light in his hand, with an extremely rare and complicated expression.
From Beiju Luzhou to Yinlunyue Realm, and then to Dongsheng Shenzhou East Sea Sea Territory, Ji Yuenian has been wandering all the time, almost never having a place of his own. The power is even more tyrannical and terrifying, but its essence is just a magic weapon after all. Now walking with the Lord has completely lost the meaning of being in the Yinlunmoon realm as a place of practice.
The power of Xuanyin's divine blood diffused out, and slowly poured into the Moon Spirit Key in his hand.
The ice-blue halo on the Moon Spirit Key trembled slightly, swept up in an instant, and disappeared here directly with Ji Yuenian.
After it disappeared, the pavilions and waterscapes here also burst and collapsed, and finally turned into nothingness.
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Lingquan Mountain.
"Tongzhu, what happened to you!?"
Fairy Zhixia stretched out her sleeves to help Tong Zhu who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a little concern in her expression.
Tong Zhu's complexion was extremely pale, and sweat dripped from his forehead. He gently brushed away the arm of Fairy Zhixia, looked at the azure light curtain covering the imperial seal of water, and said in a low voice: "We will wait until we enter Zhaoming Mountain. Those array flags used are really weird!"
"How could this be so!" Fairy Zhixia's complexion changed slightly, and she had the most possible guess in her heart in an instant, "Could it be that the Lord of the Huaguo Mountain Realm, God, is plotting against us!?"
"This is clearly a blatant conspiracy," Tong Zhuqiang calmed himself down, and said with a wry smile, "After I leave the Hanlan Water Realm, if I want to enter the heavily guarded Zhaoming Mountain Realm, these formation flags are the only entrance , but I never imagined that the Realm Master Shangshen would..."
Before saying this, Tong Zhu's face suddenly turned pale, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood!
"What the hell is going on here!?" Fairy Zhixia was burning with anxiety, and for the first time there was a little panic in her eyes.
Tongzhu couldn't stand up anymore, staggered and fell to the ground, and said with a miserable smile: "I am not only the person who set up the formation flags, but also used the innate supernatural power 'Sun Moon Thousand Mountain Art' not long ago. The aura of stone tires was left on the formation flags of Yashen Mountain. Now it seems that those formation flags have been gathered up. At this time, they are using the link between me and those formation flags to find our position !"
Fairy Weaving Clouds looked at Tong Zhu whose aura continued to weaken, and became more anxious, and said: "Being able to injure you so far through the array flag, the cultivation level of the person who performed the spell is at least in the realm of Hunyuan Zhenxuan!"
As soon as his words fell, there was a loud bang that shook the sky, almost breaking the eardrums of the two of them!
boom!
The scenery of Lingquan Mountain was shattered inch by inch, and the extremely rich vitality of the East China Sea swept from all directions. Fairy Weaving Clouds looked up in shock, and the sky above the dome was already bright!
There are dense celestial soldiers and generals standing around, and there are dozens of auras of Da Luo's true realm, Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi surround this place, but the people who most make the fairy Zhixia die are the two monsters thousands of feet away. The True Monarch of Yuan Zhenxuan Realm!
This is actually the East China Sea!
For some reason, Fairy Zhixia and Tongzhu were forcibly stripped of the Imperial Seal of Water!
Tong Zhu reluctantly raised his head, looked around, couldn't help his eyes tearing apart, an incomparable sense of despair swept his mind, he looked at one of the powerful creatures in the Primordial Realm, and murmured: The Heavenly God of Dongzhenhai, the God of the Huaguo Mountain Realm..."
There is nowhere to escape.